A spoonful of the past

He had received the most lavish praises, and he had harvested the nastiest curses.
He was a guy whose every vein pulsed with defiance.
He was a white boy who could never become a celebrity.
He was a youth from the countryside in the eyes of the masses.
He was Tommy Hawk.
He had been reborn.
Welcome to the story that tells of the American Dream in the first half and the American nightmare in the second.
Let's invite Tommy Hawk to take the stage, in the winter of 2022.

America 1982

"Thank You Sir!" This time, there wasn't a need for anyone to give a cue with their eyes—every guy knew to stand at attention with a salute befitting of an award presented by the President himself, their voices loud and excited as they expressed their utmost respect for Dennis and Glen.


Which military academy graduate officer would come to a new unit and prepare such a thoughtful welcome gift?


All those dumbass officers before had thought the soldiers, like them, could at any time hop in a car to go hook up with women, and then dodge the overnight fee with the excuse of helping the women get a green card.


It was when they discovered, thanks to a subtle hint from Glen, a perfectly rolled joint, possibly infused with a woman's milky fragrance, hidden in the bra, that their respect nearly reached its peak.


In that moment, these soldiers felt that as long as Dennis didn't send them to the battlefield to die, they would do anything.


Chapter 141: Without Tommy's Letter of Recommendation_2